***This is my third story and follows the events of the first two–the weekend of my sexual awakening after years of being a good girl. I think the story stands on it’s own, but you may enjoy the others, too!***
I felt like such a whore.
Sunshine was pouring into the hotel room. I was completely naked. My body felt covered in dried sweat and cum. And there was a naked boy on each side of me. Emphasis on the word boy–they were both in their early 20s. Young enough to be my sons.
Not for the first time, I asked myself what the hell I was doing. I was actually starting to feel guilt creep in.
I got up without disturbing Robin or Rick and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I stood in the shower letting the hot water wash the filth from my tight, naked body. I kept playing the night’s adventures over in my head. I’d talked both boys into skinny dipping on the beach. And then I’d fucked them in the sand. And invited them back to my room for more. I regretted not insisting they leave after we were through, but we’d all been so exhausted at that point.